Kaylee woke up other that sunup. She had been luxuriating in her bed, a declamatory king-sized plush bed, in her new apartment. Her light-haired hair's-breadth strewn over the pillow, she thought back to how she had to beg her daddy to get this flat for her, right in the new up-and-coming arts territory of business district. Luckily, she always got her way with him, it 's been a gift she 's had for as long as she can think of. Even with her fellow Dave, new paralegal at her daddie 's law house, Kaylee could get him to buy or do anything she desired. Kaylee was never a morning person, but the loud, incessant knocking on the room access finally brought her out of bed. She shuffled towards the figurehead door, dressed in a loose Patrick White tanktop and contraband G-string panty. Looking through the spyhole, Kaylee sighed heavily. It was Dylan.

'' Hey, open up Kaylee ! '' Kaylee opened slightly, just peeking her head around the corner of the front door. `` What ? ``

Dylan stuck his foot in so she could n't close down it on him. `` You fucking owe me money. You think my shucks is for free ? ''

She blushed. Her dad 's valuation account also permitted her to have a mild coke drug abuse, which she indulged in to the highest degree weekends when her boyfriend was n't around. It would n't do to cause the rich neighbors hear this conversation, so she let him in. `` I do n't induce the money Bob Dylan, '' she started, as the door closed.

'' well you owe me. So what am I going to do with you ? Maybe I should talk to your dad ? ``

Kaylee froze. `` No, you do n't have to do that. Just ... just feed me a duo week. I 'll ingest it then. ``

Bob Dylan laughed, `` Like infernal region you will. Shit, you still owe me from the endure party, not to mention shoemaker's last Nox. I want my fucking money now. '' Kaylee swallowed hard, thought of her options. `` I 'm thirsty, I need a drink of urine. '' She walked to the kitchen, knowing Dylan was watching her ass as she left the room. Pouring herself a glass, she shut the fridge, and was suddenly slammed against the brushed steel door. A manus had her by the back of the throat, prospicient fingers clenching down on her slender neck, choking her.

'' Now, I 'm going to get my money 's worth out of you, whether you pay me in John Cash or in ass, it does n't pass water a difference. '' A finger slid down her side, nudging under the waistcloth of her panties right above her ass crack. `` shucks Kaylee, you do throw one tight small ass. Are you still dating that fool ? '' Kaylee nodded, teardrop welling up in her eye as she felt his strong finger pushing down her ass whirl `` D ... d ... Dave ''.

'' Thought so, you are going to end affair with him, as you 're mine from now on. ``

Struggling to take a breath, tears flowing firm now, Kaylee eked out a quiet protestation, `` No, please do n't ... leave him out of it, I 'll get you the money. promise I will. ``

'' I 've heard your promise before, I think we 're a bit too belated for that. Let 's go. '' The hand on her cervix relaxed only long enough to grab a fistful of her dirty blond haircloth, and Bob Dylan dragged her out of the kitchen and into the life room. Shoving her onto the couch, bent over, he pinned her down, keeping a manus on her hair while handing her the telephone with the other. Dialing, Dylan hit speaker so as not to miss anything.

'' Hu ... hullo, '' came Dave 's sleepy vocalization on the early end of the phone.

Kaylee, crying fully now, could barely induce out the words. `` Dave, I have been doing some thinking, and I believe we 're just in dissimilar blank space right now, and it 's not working out. '' Her sentence was greeted with silence.

'' But, we had been connecting so well, '' Dave protested, `` I really think that we were getting along. I really like you. '' As he spoke, Dylan 's finger's breadth slid down her ass crack, finding her tight puckered dickhead and pushing inwardly roughly, causing Kaylee to puff and cry harder. She felt him diffuse her while trying to stick focused on Dave, as he fought to save their human relationship, `` Can I come over and talk to you cosset ? Let 's employment through this. ``

Wincing, keeping as quiet as possible, so as not to alarm him, `` No, it just was n't working. I 'm so sorry Dave. I have to go. '' And Kaylee hangs up on the one man who truly gave her what she wanted. Letting her straits surrender, she cried harder now, interrupted by a squeal as Dylan pushed a second finger into her cockeyed whoreson. Trying to move back and forth, feeling her sphincter fighting his trespass, just made him horny. Angling his hand, Bob Dylan lets his thumb brush against her clit, jolting her from her sad crying spell and reminding her she had a pissed off drug dealer with his finger's breadth in her ass. `` well-chosen now, bastard ? ``

Dylan 's voice betrayed his amusement, `` Not yet, but soon I will be. '' The finger sped up momentarily, then pulled out altogether. Even though they were just fingers, Kaylee swears she can feel the poise air of her apartment 's air conditioner flowing into her stretched behind. Dylan continues, `` Did Dave ever get to fuck that ass ? ``

Kaylee shakes her mind, `` No way. ``

Dylan smiles, `` A pity. But lucky for me to be the first of all. '' The hand grabs her pilus from behind again, and Dylan yanks her from the couch, slamming her onto the hardwood floors face first. She screams now, hoping someone will hear her, but the thick walls of the refurbish factory are solidness brick. Kaylee tries to deplumate her legs tight together, to deny him approach, but he 's too inviolable, using his stifle to twist her thighs apart, having her feet rest squarely against his thighs. Still holding her fuzz with one paw, Dylan slides his loose-cut jeans off of his articulatio coxae, revealing a nearly 9 '' hammer, and thick as a Coke can. Holding her firmly, Bob Dylan slides his cockhead up and down her asscrack, feeling for the crumple little hole he 's about to invade for the first clip. Finding it, he does n't pause to press the thick mushroom cloud tip inside her.

Kaylee 's ass erupts on fire. It feels like it is being ripped in two. The nous is loggerheaded than the finger he was just using. OWWWW GODDDD her mind screams internally, bringing weeping to her eyes yet again. With a trashy pop, the head breaks past her outer hole, and lets him inside. Bob Dylan feels her ass tear a bit as he pushes into her, slowly filling her, in by in. Every breath she shudders, trying to push it out, but he is incessant. After what seems like an eternity, the 9 '' finally thrust their way into her ass, and Dylan pauses to let her adjust. She is panting heavily, wriggling to try and find a side where her fulfil ass does n't spite, but it 's no use. He pulls his cock out slowly again, until the head pops unblock of her soused fix, only to have it shoved in again. He repeats the apparent movement, picking up speed and pressure with every thrust. Soon he 's battering her ass, his balls swinging back and forth, slapping her against her clit hile he fucks her. Reaching under, Bob Dylan rubs her cunt with his release hand, the early keeping a tight bag on her haircloth. Her ass spasms, alternatily trying to push the intruding pecker out and also expand to excuse some of the pressure. Damn it 's tight, he thinks, much much mean than his regular slut. Moaning loudly, Dylan pushes in and starts to shoot cum cryptic into her ass, the warm cum splashing into her tight butthole. Filling her up, till it starts to leak down her thighs and onto the floor.

With a thick sigh, Dylan lets go of her hairsbreadth and pulls out of her ass. Kaylee immediately retreats, curling up into a chunk, her ass leaking cum and crying. He sits next to her, laying against the lounge, his cock still rock hard, a mixture of cum and bloodline covering the tip. Looking over at her, Dylan smiles, `` make clean me up bitch. ''

She stares. Lick his pecker ? When it is all covered in his disgusting cum, and what can only be her blood ? She shakes her fountainhead, `` no way. '' Dylan growls, quickly reaching forward grabbing her hair, dragging her across the storey once more, her genu scraping on the wood, until her face is right above his cock, which he starts to push to her mouth. Kaylee resists still, a sickening feeling as the cum-covered tip stain across her brim. Dylan 's ire is back, and his liberal handwriting pinches her nose, choking off the air so she ca n't breathe. Kaylee holds out as long as potential, but eventually she gives up, opening her back talk to gasp in the fresh air. As soon as her sass part, his prick shoved its way into her mouth, her tongue unable to head off tasting the disgusting compounding. He moves up inside her backtalk, holding her caput tightly as he slides in and out, feeling her lips and tongue scrape off the cum, cleaning him off. Smiling, he relaxes, letting her work, and when finally she 's done he 's hard as a rock 'n' roll again, but lets her sit up a second.

'' You did well so far honey, you look like you need to relax a bit more. '' Kaylee looks at him puzzled, seeing Bob Dylan draw in his small dime bag out, tapping a small-scale sum of livid powder onto the tip of his dick. He turns to her, `` want some ? '' She nods, hoping that will take the edge off what has turned into a pretty horrifying day. Reaching for the bag, Dylan pulls it back, 'nuh-uh, bitch, yours is already out. '' She turns, knowing now what he wants her to do, but too sap and in nuisance to care. Grabbing the basis of his cock, heedful not to spill any gunpowder, Kaylee lowers her nose to his head, sniffing heavy, feeling the pulverization fly up her nozzle. Instantly, the pain in her ass drifts to a nipper murmur, and Kaylee slumps against the wooden floor, letting her gaze settle on the ceiling, laying back. The comrade, comforting haze of the cocain takes her in its grip, and she is almost ready to go to slumber when Dylan coaxes her up.

'' Come on lazy-bones, you need to hear to treat your C better, '' Dylan chides her, guiding her across the storey. As she walks, Kaylee feels the cum leaking down her thigh, sliding back and Forth, until they reach the sleeping room together. Dylan stands looking at her, only in her shirt now, pointing to the bedroom. `` We 're not done cupcake. ''

Even through the cocaine haze, Kaylee realizes that she is still tied to this asshole. Sighing, but still in her fog, she heads into the bedroom to submit further ...